The Skin Gods

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"What I really want to do is direct."

Nothing. No reaction at all. She stares at me with those big Prussian blue eyes, waiting. Perhaps she is too young to recognize the cliche. Perhaps she is smarter than I thought. This is either going to make the task of killing her very easy, or very difficult.

"You've done some acting. I can tell."

She blushes. "Not really."

I lower my head, raise my eyes. My irresistible look. Monty Clift in A Place in the Sun. I can see it working. "Not really?"

"Well, when I was in junior high we did West Side Story."

"And you played Maria."

"Not hardly," she says. "I was just one of the girls at the dance."

"Jet or Shark?"

"Jet, I think. And then I did a couple of things in college."

"I knew it," I say. "I can spot a theatrical vibe a mile away."

"It was no big deal, believe me. I don't think anyone even noticed me."

"Of course they did. How could they miss you?" She reddens even more deeply. Sandra Dee in A Summer Place. "Keep in mind," I add, "lots of big movie stars started out in the chorus."

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